Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by cv313. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.